"Jeans are tight, that's why I wear the slacks." He said when he heard the next question. He knew exactly what the other man was talking about, and he was definitely feeling it too. "Yes, I am feeling it as well." He told him, there really was no point in denying it after all.

"I have no clue what was in that bottle, or why someone would want it, but I do agree. I'm having a..." He paused for a beat. "...difficult time myself. It's cutting right through my self control. Parting ways will not help matters, it will just continuously get worse."

He really didn't want to do this in a changing room though, that was an issue. Neither of them were exactly small height wise, and there really wasn't much space. He wondered if they could resist it just a little longer to at least get back to the apartment, or somewhere more private. He looks up at him and nods. "We should take care of this if we want to even think clearly, just don't touch my hair. I can't handle it being touched." He had to at least get that out.